I recently watched the movie of film critic Roger Ebert’s illness and death, Life Itself. It is one of the most moving depictions of the end of a well-lived life that I have ever seen.
I first encountered Ebert arguing about movies with his partner Gene Siskel in the 1970s. I enjoyed their sophisticated banter about movies. Ebert was a superb prose stylist who really loved literature. (I have written about him previously on this blog.)
A warning though. The movie is not for the faint of heart. Ebert wants us to know what death is really like. I was edified by watching the film.